Tales of the South
I boarded the plane to New York thinking about Obama. I was standing behind James Carville and he had a briefcase full of papers and notebooks and I wondered if he was coming to NY also to learn what the United Nations gathering would foment. I had almost pulled my Obama tee shirt out of the closet but opted instead for a plain brown one as I wanted something more versatile for my business wardrobe.
As the taxi pulled up to the Grand Hyatt, there were police stationed everywhere and I remembered that I was here at the Grand Hyatt the exact same time as the U.N. met last time and there was traffic, and police and crowds but at that time it was a lot more tense than it feels right now.
A very large black man stood talking to a man one third his size – he was wearing a tee shirt that had Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King and Barack Obama faces floating like big balloons.